“That sitting in Hell at the bottom of the dark, we are afraid of our own immortality!”
- Rumi
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Wild and wonderful
I did not come to plant seeds of the body.
I did not come to do what has already been done millions of times, even by me.
I am here that others may peer into the stone and see light. I am here to sing a wordless song, confusing, entrancing, prickling - until each hears his own inner song.
Until each hears the magnificent roar of divinity in a single blade of grass.
Oh how wondrous is the mundane. Each of the trillions of leaves is a masterpiece.
The everyday is a tapestry of miracle evolving out of miracle evolving out of miracle.
I am here to delight in life, to allow my smile of satisfaction to tantalize others so that they too will want to try the bread I am eating.
I have preached all of my life and no one has heard. But now I myself begin to hear.
I am my only audience when I sing and dance. How wild and wonderful.
My fragrance tickles the nostrils when I am gone.
- Jeru Kabbal
I did not come to do what has already been done millions of times, even by me.
I am here that others may peer into the stone and see light. I am here to sing a wordless song, confusing, entrancing, prickling - until each hears his own inner song.
Until each hears the magnificent roar of divinity in a single blade of grass.
Oh how wondrous is the mundane. Each of the trillions of leaves is a masterpiece.
The everyday is a tapestry of miracle evolving out of miracle evolving out of miracle.
I am here to delight in life, to allow my smile of satisfaction to tantalize others so that they too will want to try the bread I am eating.
I have preached all of my life and no one has heard. But now I myself begin to hear.
I am my only audience when I sing and dance. How wild and wonderful.
My fragrance tickles the nostrils when I am gone.
- Jeru Kabbal
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Awakening...
“The great aim of every human being is to understand the meaning of total love. Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with.”
- Paulo Coelho (11 minutes)
- Paulo Coelho (11 minutes)
Manataka
Walk on a rainbow trail;
walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
Over a rainbow trail
walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
Over a rainbow trail
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The world we knew
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Once when you walked beside me
That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew
When we two were in love
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took, it turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew...
- Frank Sinatra
Once when you walked beside me
That inconceivable, that unbelievable world we knew
When we two were in love
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
And every bright neon sign turned into stars
And the sun and the moon seemed to be ours
Each road that we took, it turned into gold
But the dream was too much for you to hold
Now over and over i keep going over the world we knew
Days when you used to love me
Over and over i keep going over the world we knew...
- Frank Sinatra
Monday, January 17, 2011
Shape of my heart
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart
And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who fear are lost
I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
Sleep well, my beauty
"There are three kinds of people in the world, those who are asleep, those who are stirring, and those who are awake.
If you try to wake up the sleeping person he will just mumble and go back to sleep. If you wake up the stirring person he will wake up just long enough to curse you and then go back to sleep.
Instead of trying to wake them up, if you come across someone who is asleep or stirring what you should do is, fluff their pillow, tuck them in, and kiss them on the forehead.
The important joy for those who are awake is to seek each other out, connect with others who are awake, talk, sing and celebrate together.
This will create a groundswell of awareness. As this groundswell increases and spreads out, it will awaken the stirring and will begin to stir those who are still sleeping."
-Buckminster Fuller
If you try to wake up the sleeping person he will just mumble and go back to sleep. If you wake up the stirring person he will wake up just long enough to curse you and then go back to sleep.
Instead of trying to wake them up, if you come across someone who is asleep or stirring what you should do is, fluff their pillow, tuck them in, and kiss them on the forehead.
The important joy for those who are awake is to seek each other out, connect with others who are awake, talk, sing and celebrate together.
This will create a groundswell of awareness. As this groundswell increases and spreads out, it will awaken the stirring and will begin to stir those who are still sleeping."
-Buckminster Fuller
Sunday, January 2, 2011
One of us is wrong
And i hope it's me.
As if I am wrong, all that we lose is a fantasy in my head. Just an imaginary perfect happiness.
But if you are wrong, then we lose everything we had and could possibly ever have. We lose the deeper sense of Us.
As if I am wrong, all that we lose is a fantasy in my head. Just an imaginary perfect happiness.
But if you are wrong, then we lose everything we had and could possibly ever have. We lose the deeper sense of Us.
Bright angel
You've covered your light with darkness, so that they cannot see your beauty and follow you into the Truth.
And now they only see the dark surface, and call you Death.
And now they only see the dark surface, and call you Death.
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